Sure, you've read the other blogs, even looked at pictures, but MY CHA report is the BEST. Several months ago I posted a message on SCS asking if anyone could go to CHA or did you need a "connection." Low and behold I received an email from a lovely stamper who has a store and invited me to attend. I'll keep her name private. Chicago here I come!! I was squealing with delight. I mean CHA = Heaven in my book. My co-worker lawyers thought I was truly a goner, but really, do lawyers' opinions count on matters of prime life importance? I won't even answer that.... The icing on the cake is that Debbie Olson, my favorite stamper in the universe, and I agreed to share a room. Now that is the jackpot of all deals as far as I'm concerned and who knew what kind of emergency legal advice Debbie might need at CHA. It was clearly a match meant to be. I immediately imagined taking out a stamped image and struggling with shading it and having Debbie graciously offer -- "would you like me to show you a few tips?" Voila, I would be a mini Debbie in no time!!!! I'd be blending and concept designing and making focal points! My corners would be square, my layers even. Companies would be begging to send me their products to try. CHA + Debbie Olson = Heaven squared!! Let me tell you, I had the time of my life!!!! It was so worth the money to fly to Chicago and see all of the amazing papers and stamps and ribbons and embellishments in these incredibly creative displays. Felt was everywhere. Felt and texture and flocking and die cut chipboard and incredible ribbons. Alas, I couldn't take any pictures myself because I was only there in my dreams. HUGE PITY PARTY FOR SAINT JOAN STARTS RIGHT THIS MINUTE. I couldn't go. I had to cancel. Fast forward to today (stay with me here, it's related). My son is a very picky eater, preferring anything likely to get him into a cardiologist's office in 10 years. So he isn't going to eat the low fat vegetarian mexican casserole I made for tonight (I'm pretty amazing, aren't I??). Anyway, I explain to him that I am really struggling to find something that he likes that is at least not bad for him and ask him if he has any advice (my sneaky Mom trick to make him think I am soliciting advice when I'm just fooling with his head.) So my 16 year old says: "Mom, you are a good Mom." HUGE PITY PARTY FOR JOAN OFFICIALLY OVER! I'm doing the Cha Cha Cha, but not the craft kind. I'm a happy woman!